Easter Weekend

I spent mine: eating a lot of sugar (mostly in the form of white chocolate); hiding around the corner from my friend’s house as my ex had dropped in; picking up my dogs; scanning even more slides; driving my dad back from the pub after he took a tumble (and parking in the garage); dying my hands blue; being forced to experience Mamma Mia; attempting to wash the cat’s bleeding paw.

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